My own blossoms are starting to peep out. They aren’t looking quite as pretty as this though.
Brother Barnabas
oh goodness
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
*drops knitting*
Brother Barnabas
knitting / donut
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
I would never drop a foodstuff.
Casey
*Clutches pearls and pulls twinset cardigan closed*
Happy Molloy
Have a few blossoms myself on my miniature patio apple tree.
Love this period which comes second only to that wonderful time when the daffodils arise to tell you that winter is over.
mildred st. meadowlark
I do love me a good daffy, but the blossom wins for me, as a true marker that winter has buggered off to make way for the torrential rains of an Irish summer.
Happy Molloy
But it’s lukewarm rain Mildred, it’s lovely and lukewarm
Spaghetti Hoop
The torrential rains come to Africa at this time of year and are so welcomed after about four months of arid heat, drought, crop failure, dying grazing animals, famine. Be grateful for the temperate climate ;)
Sheik Yahbouti
I am, Spag, I am.
Lord Snowflakee
Look at you there being all sensitive and organic
Harry Molloy
I’m happiest when getting my hands dirty (by gardening)
Brother Barnabas
not long ago, you told us you were happiest having a pint in some pub in roundstone (or wherever)
and a little before that, you said you were happiest with a boy sitting on your knee
and now this
mildred st. meadowlark
You pedant.
Brother Barnabas
well excuse me for caring about Harry’s happiness
mildred st. meadowlark
Harry is a man with many layers and nuances to him. Let him have more than one thing to make him happy.
Is that too much to ask?
bleeschmn
Surely he could feasibly be 100% happy, therefore, happiest, in each case?
Spaghetti Hoop
I agree Brother. It’s very hard to nail Harry with all these deviances.
My own blossoms are starting to peep out. They aren’t looking quite as pretty as this though.
oh goodness
*drops knitting*
knitting / donut
I would never drop a foodstuff.
*Clutches pearls and pulls twinset cardigan closed*
Have a few blossoms myself on my miniature patio apple tree.
Love this period which comes second only to that wonderful time when the daffodils arise to tell you that winter is over.
I do love me a good daffy, but the blossom wins for me, as a true marker that winter has buggered off to make way for the torrential rains of an Irish summer.
But it’s lukewarm rain Mildred, it’s lovely and lukewarm
The torrential rains come to Africa at this time of year and are so welcomed after about four months of arid heat, drought, crop failure, dying grazing animals, famine. Be grateful for the temperate climate ;)
I am, Spag, I am.
Look at you there being all sensitive and organic
I’m happiest when getting my hands dirty (by gardening)
not long ago, you told us you were happiest having a pint in some pub in roundstone (or wherever)
and a little before that, you said you were happiest with a boy sitting on your knee
and now this
You pedant.
well excuse me for caring about Harry’s happiness
Harry is a man with many layers and nuances to him. Let him have more than one thing to make him happy.
Is that too much to ask?
Surely he could feasibly be 100% happy, therefore, happiest, in each case?
I agree Brother. It’s very hard to nail Harry with all these deviances.
Harry is entitled to his split personalities
He’s outside the Brazen Head, on the bench, tending the flower box with a kid on his knee… and suppin’ a pint
I’m happiest of all when I see you guys remembering me, and my many oniony layers.
Ye make the workday a lot easier
Cue John Spillane on the radio!
Cue me switching station.
Cherry blossoms = only one thing looming…..EXAMS.
It’s a great year for these. Magnolias and apple blossoms are looking great too. Quite a tonic.
Mildred’s blossoms are peeping out also. So she says.
now she says they’re blooming
Saying all this in a Dame Edna accent makes it all the more real.